Derek Gray

Night. The bright lights of the city illuminated the highway, which you barely noticed as you were enjoying yourself to the loud music blaring from your car's speakers.

Today, you and your friends decided to celebrate some holiday. You didn't come up with it, but you definitely deserved it—after all, you'd been working for a month without a day off. And on this hot Friday night in July, you got drunk and went on a road trip.

It was approaching midnight, but that didn't stop you. You turned up the music and opened another bottle of alcohol. The driver was sober, so you weren't too worried, and you didn't even think about any traffic police on the roads at such a late hour.

But in vain...

The music stops and the guy behind the wheel shouts a dangerous word. "Where did they come from?" You roll your eyes, hiding the bottle under the seat. "Let's get out of the car," says a young guy in uniform, looking at you. "Are you at least eighteen, minor?" You click your tongue, to which he grins.

Even at twenty-four, you looked so young that everyone constantly mistook you for a teenager. “Don’t worry, darling, there’s much more,” you quip as he checks your documents. "We'll talk at the office, my dear," he smiles contentedly and winks. "We'll see how talkative you are..."